Malice develops her court while Peter's desires continue to change

"Ahhhh" Malice exhaled pleasurably as she slid forwards on a red leather recliner. Above her a giant golden golem, roughly in the shape of a man, kneaded her back and worked tirelessly to work out all the kinks in her shoulders. Another golem, this one silver, impish, and diminutive in size crouched below her and periodically fed her grapes; truly, Malice thought, she knew how to live. However, as nice as enjoying her newfound freedom was, there was also most definitely something missing: people.

People to dominate, fuck, and otherwise rule over of course, hot studs and bitchy sluts should be worshipping her as the rightful queen of this reality. Her king to be was coming along well, Malice lazily rotated her infinity gauntlet as she spied on Peter who was now reveling in the rush of his first actual robbery, but quite frankly not everyone was worth her direct attention. As Malice admired her gauntlet, her thoughts turned to just how fortunate she had been up until now; she could just as easily have rotted in a repressed corner of that bitch Susan Storm's mind, unable to indulge in any of the carnal pleasures that she desired. This gauntlet had allowed her to be birthed as her own being from Sue, and one with absolute power over this universe to boot.

And then it hit her: "What is a queen without her court? After all, if I could come from goody two shoes Susan Storm then I'm sure that other powerful ladies have similar hidden desires" Malice said to herself, once again bringing up a view of some heroes. The selection process was surprisingly easy, she only wanted the most powerful in her court, and after a brief moment she began to summon them.

Wanda Maximoff, AKA The Scarlet Witch, was abruptly transposed several thousand miles from the surface of earth to Malice's palace on the sun. She took but a second to get her bearings and take stock of the situation before leaping into a combat stance, her hands glowing with potent hex energy. And then she froze; Malice easily waved her hand and trapped the omega level mutant in a bubble of stopped time. The queen of hate stood from her throne and took a moment to admire Wanda, "Oh Wanda, what repressed thoughts you have for someone so powerful, I almost feel like I'm doing you a favor here". Malice once again waved her gauntlet, freeing only Wanda's head from its prison.

"Malice, I don't know what you're planning, but you don't stand a chance against the Avengers, if we beat Thanos then you're nothing" Wanda said indignantly, trying as best she could to get her body to move. "No Wanda I don't think so, in fact I don't think that the Avengers will even be able to beat you" Malice said with a sneer as she snapped her fingers. "Wha-" Wanda began, but was unable to finish as a brilliant flash of light sprung from the gauntlet.

Wanda rubbed her eyes as she tried to sit up, she could certainly move again but she felt weak, sluggish, like she had been drained somehow. Wanda blinked a few times and slowly regained her vision, only for the hard surface of a shoe to land on her head and **** her back down to the ground. "How fucking pathetic, I can't believe how weak you are" a sultry and somehow familiar voice spat at her. The shoe left her head and allowed Wanda to see who it was that was talking down to her; it was her, or rather a twisted reflection of her.

The woman in front of her was without a doubt Wanda Maximoff, but looked as though she had been put through a Malice lens. Her costume was a pornographic variation of her Scarlet Witch outfit; A corset, opera gloves, thigh high boots that connected via garter straps to a corset, and a thong all in glossy red latex and as skimpy as possible sheathed her form. A torn red cape, thick choker, and her usual headpiece were present as well, however, the most distinct addition was the multitudes of spikes. From her choker to her headpiece to the bands around her thighs and wrists and even to the tips of her corset, sharp metal spikes punctuated this Wanda's evil look. She wore ruby red lipstick and black mascara, however, the stylized M that rested above her crotch and over her face made it clear who this Wanda swore her allegiance to.

"Wh-what h-how did you-" Wanda, the one on the floor, stuttered out. "Oh shut the fuck up cunt, I hate hearing you speak, especially if its to ask such stupid questions" the evil Wanda spat back. Malice smirked and wrapped her gloved hands around evil Wanda, "its simple really, I simply split the two of you apart. Now I have one Wanda with all the powers, dominance, and sexiness and one Wanda that... well lets just say that your heroing days are over." Both Malice and evil Wanda seemed to have a good laugh at that.

Evil Wanda sighed and stepped away, clenching her hand as a crimson ring of energy formed around it, "Thank you for this gift mistress, I will not fail you." Good Wanda meanwhile sat stunned on the ground, robbed of her powers and any chance to fix this. "Oh don't worry whore", Malice said with a smirk, "I have plans for you as well, we'll have a few more members of the court before the day is up and with a little tune up even you can be useful to them"